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Author's note: I have nothing to say... but I needed to fuck with the brothers... I always do... so here is an new idea where Mammon gets love and treated like the lord he is - and an Ancient Sin Avatar Lord who just really wants to create a little chaos... I hope you enjoy.
“My Lady!” Several demons bowed as a female demon adorned in a black and gold gown entered a manor that rivalled the very Demon Lord’s Palace in its decor.
“Welcome home Lady Morax, How faired your trip?” A male demon bowed.
“It was fair, I have a bad feeling, however. It is why I return posthaste. How fares my successor?” Lady Morax questioned, accepting a silver fan with lace and pressing it to her lower lip.
“Not well, my lady. The sins are ungoverned. Untrained. Lord Mammon is the closest to his sin, but you will not be pleased with his current state, my lady.” Her butler commented. “We have been watching, as we have been forbidden to act as per Lord Diavolo’s request. We should have called you back sooner. Maybe this could have been avoided.”
“I see. I need a full update of all financial records of the Devildom since my absence and goodness, I must have photographs of my successor. We are Greed, I do hope he is at least permitted to dress as such.” Morax scowled lightly.
“Shall we inform the other lords and the prince of your return?” A maid questioned. Lady Morax stopped with a frown. Whilst under normal circumstances she would have informed the palace immediately, but this was far from the norm - and the prince had been allowing a crime to occur against her dear little successor, one she could not bear to let slide.
“As of this moment, no. I must know of everything that has come to pass, if my action is required, then we shall allow them to know.” Lady Morax decided. “In the meantime, is he at least being gifted the correct items?” She inquired.
“My lady…” Her butler stopped. “That is where a major issue lies, if not the main issue a close second.”
“And that is?”
“His brothers, my lady.” He bowed his head. “They… they do not treat him well, the gifts we have sent… we have tried to send… they have accused him of stealing, and they gave them back to the stores in which they were brought, we have been contacted each time…” Lady Morax frowned, tapping her fan to her lip.
“I see. I had imagined Balem chose them in hopes as brothers, they would work as well as myself and the others. But here, the other sins are chaining Greed with holy chains.” Morax muttered. “No mind, we simply must break those chains ourselves. We shall play a game, one I shall enjoy greatly.” She smiled darkly. “Lemuel, please inform all stores under the Greed Ring to make them aware of our dear Lord’s predicament, to prepare - special gifts. Let us see Little Lord Lucifer trying to return gifts that in no way can be gained in this - pathetic excuse of a ring of the Devildom. This ring can barely prove a true Greed Demon anything worth our while. Our Little Lord must not have had a chance to truly experience the splendour we should really be bathing in daily - something we must simply rectify immediately - it is simply a true sin for our lord to experience such hardships, I cannot imagine living life without the luxuries we deserve. Which is why we should show just why we greedy demons are true gold amongst the mere copper.” She smiled, her golden eyes sharp with anger, but with the promise of messing those who have made her successor miserable made her pleased beyond any normal demon understanding. Around her, the servants of her grand manor bowed and got to work.
Lady Morax moved to her room and stepped onto the Balcony, overlooking the Ring of Greed, her domain - her home. She scowled, she had truly believed her successor would be permitted to act in accordance with his sin, their sin, anything that held worth would sing to her as it should to him. Without the understanding of worth, without a sense of worth, Greed would be dangerous… and self-destructive. She was worried, but She was back now - Morax smiled dangerously. And she had a little Greed Lord to spoil.